The sun was setting low over Haven, bathing the landscape in warm golds and pinks. The sanctuary was alive with the quiet sounds of a world healing—wood being chopped, laughter echoing down the hills, the rustle of leaves in the wind. For the first time in decades, the supernatural and the human existed side by side, not as enemies, but as neighbors.
John Harrison stood at the edge of the central courtyard, watching a group of young hunters train under Dean's watchful eye. His expression was calm, but his mind was elsewhere.
Selene approached from behind, her boots soft on the grass. "You're thinking again."
"Always," John replied, smiling. "About how far we've come."
Selene stood beside him. "Do you ever wonder how it all really began? You and me?"
John glanced at her, eyes warm. "Every day."
She let out a small, nostalgic laugh. "I was a monster when we met. A thousand years old, living in shadows. I'd lost control. I didn't even know who I was anymore."
"You weren't a monster," John said gently. "You were hurt. And hungry. And tired."
"I was dangerous," Selene insisted. "I could barely hold back the thirst. And yet… you weren't afraid."
"I was," he admitted. "But I saw something else in you. Something sad. Something good."
That night had been one of fire and moonlight. Selene had come to kill a rogue demon near the outskirts of a broken town. John had been there for the same reason. When they crossed paths, it was not with weapons, but with recognition. The kind that runs deeper than blood.
She remembered that moment vividly—his calm voice, his steady gaze, and the way he didn't flinch even when she revealed her fangs.
"You said something then," Selene murmured.
John smiled faintly. "I said, 'You look like someone who's trying too hard not to feel anything.'"
Selene nodded. "That was the first time in centuries anyone saw me as something other than a predator."
It hadn't been easy. Her blood hunger had made everything painful. John had worked patiently, experimenting with spells and herbal mixtures. Bit by bit, he'd developed a tonic that lessened her need for blood, without destroying her strength.
"I didn't cure you," John said softly. "You did that yourself. I just helped you remember how strong you already were."
Selene slipped her fingers into his. "You gave me back my heart."
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of Jack calling out. He was running toward them, out of breath but grinning wide.
"You guys need to see this," he said. "Lucifer's doing something... nice."
That got their attention.
When they reached the training yard, Lucifer was standing beside Amara, holding up a glowing orb. Inside it swirled faint echoes of light and shadow.
"This," Lucifer said, "is the last remnant of the old cycle. The pain. The endless war. I'm going to lock it away, forever. With Amara's help."
Amara nodded. "It's time. We choose peace now. Together."
Lucifer smiled at Jack. "You're the reason I changed. I want a world where you never have to fight the way we did."
Jack's eyes shimmered. "I'm proud of you, Dad."
And with that, they raised the orb to the sky. Light spread in all directions, a soft wave of warmth and calm that settled into the bones of the world.
John and Selene stood hand in hand, watching. The past was being laid to rest. And the future was being built with kindness, one choice at a time.